What kind of monster did his third son manage to summon?
A being that could easily invite gods with success.
One that is even more formidable than the gods themselves!
…
"Daoist… Daoist Fan Wu?" Xing Fengzi turned and looked up at Fan Wu beside him, realizing he had to crane his neck dramatically just to see Daoist Fan Wu's profile clearly.
Xing Fengzi hadn't expected to survive, let alone be rescued by Fan Wu.
To his embarrassment, when he first encountered Daoist Fan Wu, he hadn't made any preparations.
He had even begun to doubt Fan Wu a bit.
Now he knew he was wrong, and not just slightly wrong but drastically so… Thus, he changed his form of address from "fellow cultivator" to "Taoist Priest," to express his apology for his earlier misjudgment.
"Thank you, Daoist Fan Wu, for saving my life!" Having come to his senses, Xing Fengzi bowed deeply to Fan Wu with great solemnity.
